An hour later, Leslie stepped out of the bedroom while Elaine was still fast asleep, breathing evenly. Beads of sweat dotted Leslie's forehead.
Someone handed her a few tissues. She took them with a quick "Thanks," then looked up, only to realize she didn't know the guy.
He looked to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven, with clean, refined features, fair skin, and an overall gentle, elegant vibe.
"Hi, are you Miss Green? I'm Cedric. I heard about my mom's condition-didn't expect the so-called expert to be you."
Leslie raised an eyebrow. "You're not skeptical about that?"
Cedric responded honestly, "If I'd met you first, probably. But now? My mom can already walk again. Honestly, I've got no reason to doubt it."
Leslie gave a slight nod, a look of "not bad, this one lea
